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September 15, 2017 · 12:19 am

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Unknown

“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.” ~ Mitch Albom

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September 3, 2017 · 11:00 am

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“The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.” ~ Osho

 

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June 21, 2017 · 11:00 am

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No one has imagined us.
We want to live like trees,
sycamores blazing through
the sulfuric air,
dappled with scars, still
exuberantly budding . . .

~ ADRIENNE RICH, in: Twenty-One Love Poems

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June 14, 2017 · 7:50 pm

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babam canbabam güzel babacığım
o komşu apartmanlara destan kahkahan
kulaklarımda taptaze
oysa ki kaç yıl oldu
sana özgü o şaklamayı son kez duyalı

(aramızdaki son seneni saymayı reddediyorum)

ya takunyandan inşa ettiğin
yemek masamız altı
halımız üstü taban-tabana-kulen?
nasıl güldürürdük seni
televizyonu açmaya gider havalarında
gururla ayaklarına taktığın Alman yapımı terliğine
neredeyse halı altından
attığımız saygı sevgi yüklü çelmelerle . . .

June 14, 2017

 

 

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May 28, 2017 · 7:00 am

. . . and no, I am not talking about a sewer system or running water!

the privilege of worrying over matters of life
too many on Earth haven’t even heard of
let alone
having ever had a turn
at the luxury of taking them for granted

i have been thinking of those
with utmost attention these days
you have probably guessed one or two
or sensed what has possibly been on my mind

believe me you are not in any riddle-like thrall
i just am convinced
convinced strongly indeed
that none of us need a new news feed
about this world we call ours after all

© hülya n. yılmaz, 5.22.2017

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March 22, 2017 · 7:00 am

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less windy today
baby waves attempt their own mighty roar
give the onlookers an eyeful of a tireless show
then gallop in fanciful grown-up pride and hit the shore

©hülya n. yılmaz, 3.9.2017

Inside my car; front line; at the harbor on East Lake Road in Westfield, NY

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February 22, 2017 · 7:00 am

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Confucius: 

We all have two lives. The second one begins when you realize you only have one. 

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February 5, 2017 · 7:00 am

“The art of life is to stay […]

wide open and be vulnerable,” Ram Dass declares in one of his (probably well-known) statements, and adds: “yet at the same time to sit with the mystery and the awe and be with the unbearable pain- to just be with it all. I’ve been growing into that wonderful catchphrase, ‘be here now,’ for the last forty years.”

Eagerly, I take Dass’ words as an advice worth to treasure through my persistent struggles to accept life “as is” because his vision is fully legible to me: living having been conceived as a continuum, not as finality.

Dedicated to all the advice-bearers who are unaware that no individual reaches the same state of existence on the timeline of -to sugarcoat it- difficult moments.  

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November 27, 2016 · 7:00 am

…what happens in-between…

we are born alone to die alone
the self is either warmed up in-between
or under a lonesome cold

only the corpses get stiff i thought
not so when emotional touch is no more

© hülya n. yılmaz, 11.8.2016

the-lake-was-not-iced-so-i-found-something-that-was

[Own photograph; at Light on the Lake Bed and Breakfast, North East, PA]

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November 2, 2016 · 7:00 am

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nazim-hikmet-sozleri-kis-gelmek-uzere-oysa-ki-gonul-kisa-girmeye-hazir-degil-nazim-hikmet

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Winter is about to pull in
but the heart is unready for its arrival as yet.

~ Own translation (10.21.2016)

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